Lord Of Lords

O Lord
As this beeth the time of thy suffering
Christ Jesus I offereth thee praise for thy pain endureth for all of man
Be it said that today in Thy house I feeleth thy warmth and the sorrow of thee Lord bringing moisture to mine eyes and tightness to mine heart
Can I not heareth a time that thy Holy Spirit haveth forsaken Thy church when I feeleth thy Holly Spirit when I singeth praise
Dancing of the heart cometh to myself when praise for thy Majesty is sang by multitudes
Every man truly does haveth a wicked heart but praise for Thee be it at home or in Thy house helpeth to keep thy Holy Spirit near
False man offerth praise wearing mask in Thy house but can not deceiveth thee Lord up high for thou beeth all knowing
Glorious Father by thy words
church is only church
religion is only religion
for all that cometh to thee pure of heart haveth a chance of salvation
Hindered be the thoughts when a time back I witnessed the foundation of Thy church shaken as this Holy Week has proven forward
Innocence lost with trust..deceit..power and wealth
Judgment will fall on darkened man with time as surely as I trust in thee O Lord
O Father...my heart does not stirreth for my time in Thy house I cometh to sing to Thee
and thank Thee for thy many blessings
the walls of Thy house may falleth around me for it will not be a cause of distraction of my time with Thee
Knoweth O Father that as man my wicked heart strayeth at times and I asketh Thee if my iniquity beeth so great with time
Let judgment cometh from Thee with strength for my soul will keep it that it buildeth my faith
and maketh my love for Thee greater
My Lord up high even if judgment cometh not by Thy hand I trust that Thou will deliver me
Next to Thee there is none with greater love and mercy than Thee for the sweet smell of Thy angels comfort me
Oppressed are they that feeleth thy Majesty yet relinquish thy Glory
Placing before Thee thy darkened nature of false prophets spewing empty words
Quench thy thirst with thy body and blood of the true God of man that thy transgressions mayeth be forgiven and partake in the beauty of thy Lord
Undress thyself and glorify Him not only in times of despair but for every breath thou taketh each day
Remember this Holy Week thy suffering of Christ Jesus for he giveth his life for thee
Squander not thy chance to seeketh and asketh in times of trouble for in pure heart He will listen
Today Father I ask that thou not looketh the other way and giveth me thy ear for there is much suffering and pain on thy people
When thy children hunger and die for lack of want it causes much sorrow to mine heart
Yet with Thy loving embrace thou moveth the earth and maketh the water to run in hopes that they may turneth to Thee
Zion envelopes thy land from every corner as Christ Jesus made it to be at his death so may thy glory fill the hearts of man with thy truth that all may cometh to thee before time
Thank thee O Lord that thou has not forsaken me in my time of need and giveth thy life that I may find my pure heart